December 11th, 2014
I want all of you- every piece of your bare soul.
I want your warm embrace not intended to lead to something more- but just because you feel it necessary to hold me.
I want your every flaw, secret, fault intertwined with my own to make two piles of hopelessness into one beautiful symphony of acceptance.
I want your confused, sleepy look when I wake up in your arms. You don't forget I'm there, you just forget that I've chosen to stay.
I want your hand in mine, your kiss on my forehead and your heartbeat in sync with mine.
I want you in every way possible.
I can't always be sweet and understanding; I am difficult and troubled.
If you're okay with that, then I think we'll be okay too.
I just want you.
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Broken
RandomEntries of what's becoming of myself. The things which tear me down, confuse me immensely and provoke my inner curiosity- they're all in here.